06-28 The Bar Owner's Lustful Desire 02

There was an underlying meaning to that statement: it's not a big deal for a man to have an affair.

"Yes." I hit a nerve, and she immediately accepted both my explicit and implicit statements.

"Then why don't you try to persuade him, to control him?" I feigned regret, trying to appear kind.

"Control? How can I control him? I've been nagging him for years, but he's a man of his word." Her answer was exactly what I expected.

"That's true. Once a man gets involved in gambling, prostitution, or drugs, it's very difficult for him to change." Just like that, I sentenced her husband to death, but I insisted she announce it. "So what are you planning to do?"

"Sigh, actually, I've been having a lot of bad luck lately. I was planning to divorce him, but he disagrees. We've been talking about it for almost a year and it still hasn't happened; this shop isn't making any money either, it's just one misfortune after another." However, it's always better to be cautious with a spouse. "Let's talk to him again." I reiterated my goodwill.

"No need to talk anymore. It's been seven years, we've talked almost every day, it's all been useless, I've given up."

"Sigh, it's true what they say, good women don't always have good husbands." I praised her, stepping on her husband. "Someone as beautiful and capable as you, yet you ended up with such a man, it's really unfair. Why did you choose him in the first place?"

"I was young and naive back then, I followed him because he was pursuing me so hard, I regret it so much now."

Marriage is like an investment for a woman, if you choose the wrong investment, you can really lose everything.

As we were talking, that sleazy man came in again. Seeing that I was still there, he called the landlady out.

Although he lowered his voice, I could still vaguely hear their conversation: "Who is that man?" the sleazy man asked. He must have thought I was another pervert.

Actually, he was right, proving that men are indeed smarter than women.

"She's my high school classmate," she lied to him.

"Oh." The pervert glanced at me. "Shall I take you home tonight?"

"No need, I'll take a taxi."

"Taking a taxi would cost you money, I'll take you."

"No need."

The pervert pleaded repeatedly, but she refused to get into his tailless Citro?n Fukang.

I sneered inwardly: With your beat-up car, you'd be better off taking a taxi. The pervert finally left, turning back every few steps.

The proprietress tidied up and asked me to help her pull down the shutter; she was closing up shop.

Good heavens, could it be that fast? Had I so easily achieved my grand goal of cheating on her at the coffee table?

No, no. She was just tired and wanted to close up shop and go home.

I tidied up her shop a bit and then said goodbye.

Why didn't I see her off? There was no need. Right now, I just wanted her to see me as a regular customer.

Seeing her off might deepen her positive feelings and hasten our time together. But it could also arouse her suspicion, since she had just rejected a sleazy guy who offered to walk her off, and that guy's only reason for doing so was ill intent.

So, I'd rather postpone my "revolutionary victory" for a few days than let left-wing adventurism ruin me.

For the next month, I still occasionally visited her bar—not too often, not so often that she suspected I had ulterior motives; not too often, not so often that she'd forget me.

In this unhurried pace, she clearly trusted me more and more.

Maybe some wolf friends should be anxious: "Brother! Please hurry up, please? Life is short, at your pace, how many years will it take to get a woman?"

Well... In fact, the most difficult woman I have ever met, I waited for her for three years before my dream came true.

Three years! Obama has almost completed one term before he decided to marry a woman? Is this too slow?

I admit, it's a bit slow. I also know that ten thousand years is too long, just seize the day. But I am a chronic person, what can I do?

Of course I also have countermeasures.

I wonder if you have ever used eDonkey to download porn movies? eDonkey is always slow, you definitely won’t download just one. You will download dozens of them at the same time, and then let them download slowly. Whichever one is downloaded first will be watched first.

There is also a download tool called Thunder. It's much faster than an electric donkey. But the problem is, its speed is unreliable. You spend ages downloading an AV that's absolutely breathtaking, only to find "the file is corrupted" when you open it—all your hard work wasted! How frustrating!

A thunderbolt is indeed faster than a donkey, but I'm a practical person; I'd rather ride a donkey I can see and touch than a thunderbolt I can't.

So, when I'm picking up girls, I use an electric donkey to download, simultaneously with several girls, proceeding methodically.

When I'm picking up the boss's wife, I have at least three or four girls downloading.

One of them took me three years to download. That's not the speed of an electric donkey; it's like an electric snail.

And so, in the long, drawn-out download of the electric donkey, it was late autumn.

The weather changed overnight, and I, drenched in sweat from my run, entered her shop in just my underwear and tank top.

After chatting with her for a while, the sweat gradually dried, and I felt a chill run through me, shivering involuntarily.

"You really love exercising," she praised me, "running around in this weather."

"Sigh, it's not that I like it, I just have to. At this age, it's easy to

gain weight if you're not careful." "It's okay for men to be a little chubby."

"That won't do. I think people should be responsible for their appearance, at least not let down the audience. If a person has no standards for themselves, they're useless."

"Hmm. Yes." She completely agreed with me, "I also quite admire men who are strict with themselves."

Okay, at this point, she's already expressed her admiration for me.

Actually, I envy you. "I'm flattering her again," I said, "You don't even exercise, yet you have such a great figure.

" "Who says I don't exercise? I swim, but not as often as you, once a week."

"Oh? Really?" I immediately realized this was a good opportunity for a one-on-one date. We usually met at her shop, and although we were often alone together, that was her territory, a customer relationship, not a date. If we went swimming together, not only would she get to take off even more skin, but it also meant she felt safe going out with me.

"I also really enjoy swimming, but I'm not very good at it. My coach didn't explain some things clearly, so swimming is very difficult now." I left room for her—the coach—when I spoke.

"Where do you usually swim?" she asked.

"At the XX Hotel. What about you?"

"Oh, I've been to the pool at the XX Hotel, it's no good, too shallow, only a 25-meter lane. I suggest you go to Yingdong Swimming Pool, it's 2.2 meters deep, a 50-meter lane, and it's circulating water, very clean, it's really comfortable to swim in."

At this point, the time was ripe for me to invite her swimming, and I could reap the rewards: "Okay? How about we go together sometime?"

"Sure, no problem. I haven't been in a long time, I want to relax a bit."

On the appointed day, we met in front of the Yingdong Swimming Pool.

Then, while swimming, I humbly asked her for advice.

Everyone likes to teach, and the more humble I was, the happier she was.

After swimming, we ate together, and then I took her home—at this point, taking her home wouldn't be seen as having ulterior motives, but rather as a gentlemanly act.

The novice guys would then say, "Huh? Take her home? Why not just go to a hotel?"

See, young people are so impatient.

At this point, whether or not to go for it wasn't the issue anymore; the focus was on building a reputation for being "not lustful" later on.

Besides, after dropping her off, I turned around and went to sleep with another file that had already been downloaded.

I often wondered how Liu Xiahui (a legendary figure known for his chastity) cultivated such composure.

Then it suddenly dawned on me: when you don't lack women, you become calm. And when you're calm, you become composed.

Over the next few weeks, I went swimming three or four times.

Each time, the routine was the same: swimming, eating, and taking her home. Not a single ambiguous joke, not a single inappropriate move.

Since I was determined to be a gentleman, I strictly demanded of myself when pursuing women, always remaining quite proper.

And, the final step—the decision to sleep with her—had to be made by them themselves!

That way, after I leave, they'll watch my retreating figure, lamenting their misfortune at not being able to spend their lives with a virtuous man.

That way, when I, the ruthless Hu Hansan, return, they can open their doors wide again, without regret.

What kind of state of mind is this?

Only when a man achieves this can he become a truly human being, a pure human being, a person free from base desires.

Of course, every time we meet, I earnestly advise her to communicate more with her husband and guide him onto the right path.

She listens.

I'm a very kind friend; I never ask anything of her, only wanting what's best for her.

I know that her advice only makes her dislike her husband even more. Because, 99% of people who get hooked on gambling are hopeless cases. It would have been better not to advise her; the more I tried, the angrier she became.

And the angrier she became, the stronger her desire for revenge grew.

Would she kill him? No. She wouldn't die with the man she despised.

She would have an affair, inflicting the most unbearable humiliation on him, because she felt he deserved it.

And a woman of taste wouldn't have an affair with a scoundrel; that would demean herself.

She would find a respectable man to have the affair with.

And who would that respectable man be? Certainly the one who constantly advised her to save her marriage.

I still went to her shop, a little more frequently, but still not excessively.

I remained calm; my schedule was full, I had many documents to manage.

I went to her shop later and later, eventually going only half an hour before closing time. The reason is that I am very busy, which shows that I am a career-oriented person.

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